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transomwhiplassI feel like a fantastic lump at the moment.
Heidi said texted me to say she is missing badminton. I decided to go anyway, but I didn't wake up until 5 minutes ago. LOL. Class is in 13 minutes. Logically, I could get dressed, jump on my scooter, park it illegally, run to the rec center, etc...
but I'm not feeling it.
I wish I had something to talk about with Betsy regarding my paper. I think I left the books at school, blah.
I have a week of APO-funtasatic-fun now. I feel shitty because I missed like 5 consecutive projects. My Little doesn't even know who I am yet (that's her own fault though FOR LEAVING ME.. ALONE... at UNVEILING). We haven't had interviews. The banquet is still a quagmire of craziness!
Did I mention that my Little can't spell my name right? Who the fuck spells their name without an "h"???? I know those people exist with their bastardized version of my name however, in all of the hundreds of Sarahs I've met.. I have yet to meet one without an "h." What I hate even more is that I replied to the email I sent her, my name clearly spelled correctly on the bottom and my full name in her inbox - she still doesn't get it right. Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm being a baby. I'm just kind of frustrated because I do want to get to know her better and it's like, there hasn't been an opportunity yet. She's a very busy kid and I already knew she had spelling problems with words "stuborn" and "aklectic" from the sheet Sam gave me. I guess just not even trying to get my name right sort of rubs salt in the wound.
I dunno.. I just need to get over it. I have to play president this week because dear Rachel is currently in my weekend Architecture state. Craziness.
I should get out of bed. I think I've overstayed my welcome even though it hasn't seen me much all term.
Heidi said texted me to say she is missing badminton. I decided to go anyway, but I didn't wake up until 5 minutes ago. LOL. Class is in 13 minutes. Logically, I could get dressed, jump on my scooter, park it illegally, run to the rec center, etc...
but I'm not feeling it.
I wish I had something to talk about with Betsy regarding my paper. I think I left the books at school, blah.
I have a week of APO-funtasatic-fun now. I feel shitty because I missed like 5 consecutive projects. My Little doesn't even know who I am yet (that's her own fault though FOR LEAVING ME.. ALONE... at UNVEILING). We haven't had interviews. The banquet is still a quagmire of craziness!
Did I mention that my Little can't spell my name right? Who the fuck spells their name without an "h"???? I know those people exist with their bastardized version of my name however, in all of the hundreds of Sarahs I've met.. I have yet to meet one without an "h." What I hate even more is that I replied to the email I sent her, my name clearly spelled correctly on the bottom and my full name in her inbox - she still doesn't get it right. Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm being a baby. I'm just kind of frustrated because I do want to get to know her better and it's like, there hasn't been an opportunity yet. She's a very busy kid and I already knew she had spelling problems with words "stuborn" and "aklectic" from the sheet Sam gave me. I guess just not even trying to get my name right sort of rubs salt in the wound.
I dunno.. I just need to get over it. I have to play president this week because dear Rachel is currently in my weekend Architecture state. Craziness.
I should get out of bed. I think I've overstayed my welcome even though it hasn't seen me much all term.
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Date: 2006-06-07 06:24 pm (UTC)Insofar as Sarahs are concerned: the opposite applies. Saras have always been solitary, sometimes strange creatures. Every Sarah I have met is, invariably, warm and awesome.
Good luck on Final(s)!
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Date: 2006-06-08 03:56 am (UTC)As far as I'm concerned, Saras are a nonexistant breed only known by people who irritate me and write my name on coffee cups.